Rating/Warning: Hard R, TTK masturbation, mentions of clonecest
“Well, the first thing you need to know is it wasn’t any ordinary boat,” Jason said, cupping his hand and lighting up. He took a drag and shifted his weight on the windowsill; casually watching the birds at the feeder flutter and scatter, he exhaled a steady stream of smoke toward the screen, and kept a watchful eye on the door for Alfred.
“It was one of those fetish cruises. So not only were Timmy and I stuck on the damn thing, but we had to make the married bit convincing.”
Damian stared intently. “Is that the reason?”
Jason arched a brow. “Reason?”
The boy gestured impatiently. “That you slept with Drake?”
The redhead took another long drag. “If only that were my defense,” he muttered, then shrugged. “Shit, I don’t know why—maybe because he looked damn good in that dress? Or the stars were aligned just right? Hell, maybe I was just horny.”
“I’d vote all of the above.”
Jason laughed at the Kryptonian’s casual vote of confidence.
“Of course you would.”
Damian looked at the clone, obviously unimpressed. “The sound of a man hammering a nail would be enough to excite you,” he stated flatly.
Conner grinned as Jason laughed so hard he began to cough.
“Is the man naked?”
“Is that a requirement?” Damian countered. His mouth tightened against an uncharacteristic smile.
“Nope,” Kon agreed. “Definitely not a deal breaker.”
Jason’s laugh tapered to a chuckle; tapping ash into his empty coffee cup, he shook his head.
“Fuck me. Finally get the kid to loosen up and he becomes a one man comedy routine.”
andywear asked: I wanted 90s Kon and YJ Kon kissing.
i could get behind this ship
Still makes me happy
“I don’t actually know what happened on the boat,” Conner said, pausing to chew. Damian stared as he swallowed the mouthful; the Kryptonian had yet to stop stuffing his face, leaving the boy more than convinced the rate at which he consumed food wasn’t natural, even for an alien clone.
It wasn’t often Damian concerned himself with thoughts of money, but he shuddered to think of the amount Superman spent on sustenance. That he had emphasized his meager salary the other night was no small wonder.
If this was the clone, he couldn’t fathom the source.
A Stray kept on reblogging some stuff on my blog so I was like Oookaaaayyy, fine. Added another Tim in there for possible selfcest (& y’know how much I like that)… and now that I think about it, I’d probably want it to end up like this fic.
happy birthday chande!! =D
thank you for being such an amazing friend~
This is for Abby so maybe she’ll cheer up <3
I wonder if Tim wears shades now… Dick can probably take em off because it’s been so long, but Tim is a bat and he seems pretty fresh to the team.
Dick might be interrupting something here.
I’m not sure if I wrote this how I was supposed to but the two people I’ve shown it to people and they said they were sad when they read it so AT LEAST I DID THAT? Also I’ve never written Bart before so that too. >^>
Title: Kiss Me, Too
Pairing: Tim/Kon, unrequited Bart/Tim/Kon
Word Count: 1,266
Bet you were wondering where Kon and Bart were~
omg wry so pretty.
Just. Why is everything so colorful and amazing and omg just aghhhhhhhhhhhhh.